Photos?!

Photos, to me, always tell a story. I cannot fathom a abstraction on that. I cannot bottom the idea of photograph causing a paroxysm unless it is personal or it is picture of a scantily clad Emma Watson. So it is not too tough to construe the vexation when I see photographs of an old geezer sitting in a hut in monochrome or of power cables with raindrops on them. I actually doubt if the old man was stalked till he came into that pose. The hue and saturation on them can be molested with a fancy software and a watermark of the photographers name can be put on it, but it is still shit. 

The number of amateur (read noob) "photographers" with their fancy DSLRs, the settings of which they have no damned clue of, has risen exponentially in the recent past. Right! That directly entitles you to a Facebook page called Noob-ass' tryst with Photography with pictures of scenes that would make you cringe the Nickelback fandom out of you. I know one of you is thinking "Don't like those pages on Facebook and save us this non-linear chaotic rant". My blog, my rant. 

Every visit to a mall of mine results in me being the photographer of some gang of friends whose occasion to get that snap taken is the once-a-aeon occasion of it being a boring Sunday evening. The worst are the self-portraits in bathrooms. Some meme with Neil Armstrong's photo captioned "went to the moon, took 5 pictures", juxtaposed with a pouting girl with the caption "went to bathroom, took 37 pictures", puts it very succinctly. 
The final shot after the get-together is the only one I can tolerate and probably like, not the million preceding and succeeding it. With the advent of the digital camera and the smart-phone has destroyed our sense of occasion and importance. What is the point of these photos if even the photographer doesn't bother to glance at these a day after these photos are copied onto his computer? 

Unfortunately, a similar rant can be made about the exponential rise of useless blogs on the net too! Geez! Let the hatred flow!